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The first time I discovered my dog could climb trees, some squirrel he was chasing had just stopped to take a breather on a branch ten feet up a tree when suddenly Wendell scurried up the trunk and was staring him down on the branch, a little wobbly, but nonetheless there. In order to replicate it, I had to put one of his toys up in a branch, which was an imperfect reenactment but impressive nonetheless.


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Taken on July 14, 2008